Ca**idy - Apply Pressure lyrics

[Ca**idy-Intro] Yeahhhhh This Ca**idy the hustler And I'm back I'm back on my bullsh** I just was online readin' some of the comments n***as was making Cause I put out a couple mixtapes and I put out this freestyle with Cory Gunz a couple days ago And I think n***as got me f**ed up A couple n***as said they wasn't feeling my last couple of joints But you know I was going through a lot of trials and tribulations I had to get my head right I had to get out a couple of contracts, get my business right, and get situated Plus I was recovering from the accident, you know I suffered brain damage and amnesia So I had to get myself situated But I'm back and I'm better than ever Another n***a typed in the comment and said that I can't make a hit record Like he wasn't in the club Chi-town steppin' thowin' his 6 in the air to Hotel Like he wasn't tellin' his girl it dont get no better Like he wasn't in his hood talkin' about "im a hustla." That n***a know he had his drink and his two step, but he try to front on me But I don't even give a f** about making a hit I'm not doing no dance record I'm not trying to throw a t-pain effect on my voice to make a hit I'm just giving the streets what they need I partnered up with Carmello, Kross Over Entertainment So im doing it on my own I don't got no A&R or no CEO picking my records Picking my albums and narrowin' down sh** I can do that on my own So I can give the streets what they really wanna hear from the hustler So im about to jump in my bag and f** n***as up Mark my word: Im about to put pressure on you n***as [Ca**idy-Verse1] My cologne is the scent of haze I drink silver Patron Mixed with the pink lemonade minute maid Hennessy with the iced tea Snapple Goose and pineapple, I'm high as a pterodactyl You dead like a dinosaur when its time for war What you think I got the iron for? you diein' who*e And you ain't never popper iron, stop lyin' boy You not a thug and you not a drug connoisseur You not a hustler, you ain't never grind before What you lyin' for? you never even sold a dime before I was eating off the trees like an omnivore Yeah I had herb I had birds and they were flyin' boy You a p**y cat, I'm a lion who*e But I don't roar like a lion, thats what the irons for I been a threat but the world ain't convinced yet I guess its cause I ain't makin' enough dollars and cents yet Thats cause J-records couldn't make it make sense yet I Coulda been the best if they were ready to invest I'm with Carmello now you should be impressed Cause he got plenty of dough and he showing interest He a baller he getting them grown men checks So you gotta love it, 'Melo gave me a budget For 'Melo I clap my gat right out in public And watch you die right outside just like f** it I just started to punish it with a denver nugget He told me whatever I need he got it covered I could discuss it, it don't hurt to explain You know he working with change, he drop 30 a game man I'm independent how I'm supposed to be I'm with a baller not another rapper trying to shine over me And no ain't no CEO controlling me I control my own sh** Thats why I'm on my own dick [Ca**idy-Interlude] Shout out to my boy swiss He out there trying to get that Oprah Im still reppin' full surface to the d**h Why wouldn't I be? [Ca**idy-Verse2] I used to cop pies And supply whoever got high To get the chicken, I cooked birds like popeyes I'm a ghetto superstar, but im not Pras The drop I drive is the color of hotfries It seem like hiphop died when pac died Hiphop died cause everybody that hot died But not I, naw I did not die I'm in gangstas top 5, alive or not alive I had a lot of street dreams, but im not Nas I still chill in the cut like peroxide My ice shines so bright, I cannot hide If you stare at rocks I wear you be co*keyed But I never got robbed, cause I pull them thangs out And blow n***as brains out like carbon dioxide Them cats actin like gangstas, do not ride They scared, but I dont fear nothing if its not god I got squad like AR, my man pretty No security guards, I got my fam with me And I keep a gat the size of my lil man with me Stop playin with me, I be popping a gun Thats about the size of my biological son And everbody is the same biologically son But everybodys ain't the same psychologically son If you know you not a thug, don't try to be one Its cool if you not a goon, you ain't gotta be one But if you think you hot as me, then you gotta be dumb Cause im hotter than whoever, and you ain't got it together I'm going down in history, I got it forever I'm raw as Eddy Murphy when he was rockin' the leathers You not never gonna be better than me And we can get it in whenever, its whatever to me Apply Pressure